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Midfall, 3rd Week (Day 49)
Arden set to the grisly task of sawing the chieftain’s head off. The hobgoblin had many features of smaller goblins he had encounter, but much larger. The brute was taller and heavier than Arden and certainly stronger. Sgt. Tenning and his men were reliving the moment they pincushioned the hobgoblin leader. Arden thanked the soldiers Continue reading
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Day 48 Hobgoblins!
It’s good to get back to my Perils on the Borderlands solo game. It is a labor of love and I’m thankful there are no deadlines for continuing the game. I’m happy to say that I’ve been getting a lot of time at the table via our weekly Fatbeards Roll20 game and also the game Continue reading
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Fairies and Prophecy, Day 47 of Perils on the Borderland
It was early morning the 3rd week of midfall when Arden and Company rode across the heavy oaken planks of the drawbridge. Martin watched the treeline in the distance. A red-tailed hawk took wing from the nearby field, a mouse clutched tightly in its claws. The weather was colder than yesterday and the wind had Continue reading
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Smoldering Wizard
My gaming buddy, Doug, has a blog that shows some real love for original dungeons and dragons and the well known retro-clone, Whitebox. In reading through his blog, I am impressed with his insightful postings and his knowledge of the game. Almost every weekend he has run Roll20 games for our group of fatbeards. He Continue reading
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Thursday Game Club
This is the fourth meeting of our school game club in which we have played Tiny Dungeons 2e. This simple rules game most closely followed the dice games that I’ve taught the students in our math class. The mechanics of rolling x number of d6’s and counting any 5’s or 6’s. The students take to Continue reading
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Nicodemus, Champion Mouser
Nicodemus sat beside the fire purposely ignoring the magician. A warm bank of coals heated the modest upstairs room of the Traveler’s Inn. Corwin watched with amusement as the black cat cleaned his fur. He has no need to do that, I’ve not seen a smudge of dirt on him nor even a whisker out of Continue reading
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Day 43 ~ Giant Stag Beetles
Most of the morning was spent in ale-fueled dreaming. Arden and Company would not be traveling to the Caves of Chaos this day. Thane was not impaired by the large amounts of ale. He was feeling rather good now that the financial matters were put behind them. Thane was like many dwarves, tight-fisted with coin. Continue reading
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A New Deal ~ Day 42 Continued
Arden and Company sat around the long wooden table in a private dining room in the Traveler’s Inn. The innkeeper, Joseph, was mopping his brow and trying to clear the trenchers from the table. A well-picked turkey carcass lay in surrender in the middle. Goat Bently wiped grease on his long gray beard and then Continue reading
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Day 42, The Castellan’s Deal
“But why do we have to give the Castellan any coin at all? He wasn’t there with us, now was he?” grumbled the dwarf. “You know, as well as I do, that he loaned us twelve of his archers and a corporal of the watch! And he will certainly catch wind of what we pulled Continue reading
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Perils on the Borderlands, Day 42
Perils on the Borderlands This being the continuing journal of Arden and Company as they explore the Keep on the Borderlands. I’m using the Pits & Perils RPG and adapting it to a solo gameplay style. You can read more about this here. Arden and Company spend the next day (Day 42) at the Keep, Continue reading
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